I quest for sleep
But I'm so far awake
The great pallbearers
Know their mistake
Out from the parlor
And into the ground
The gravest of errors
Will never be found
The gravest of terrors
Six feet underground
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem. It is written with the simplicity of Emily Dickinson and Sylvia Plath yet it holds an underlying meaning that is perhaps more evokative than its surface meaning. Nicely done.